Anthony saw the phalange in the circle and immediately sensed the effect of some kind of force, which made him feel shuddered. He immediately closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a circle of golden light flashed across his eyes.

Pushing through the crowd, Anthony squeezed into the circle, poked Nigris, and asked: "What are you looking at? What is this? A finger bone?"

Negris frowned and said: "This finger bone is weird and has a strange power. What power does it have? Hey, what are we looking at here?"

Nigris also fell into a trance.

Anthony looked at Ange and said, "Sir, this seems to be the power of forgetfulness. Have you been affected by it?"

Ange shook his head, as if he noticed something, glanced at Negris, and then looked up at the other people who were in a daze.

Ange thought for a moment, arched his body, and let out a scream from his soul.

The soul impact exploded like an invisible exploding fireball. All the people who were in a trance had their hairs standing on end and suddenly woke up.

"What happened? What happened?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What am I doing here?"

"Finger bone, yes, yes, finger bone, whose finger bone is it?"

A bunch of people woke up as if they were dreaming. After figuring out what happened, they all hid a few feet away.

Only Antony, Nigris and Durokan were left standing around.

"Why does a purple-gold finger bone retain the power of the Forgotten God? Whose finger bone is it, Locke's? Or Harvey's?" Negris asked blankly.

"Is it possible that it is the third body of the Lord of Death? It is the one that the little devil mentioned, the one that is with His Majesty." Anthony guessed.

Nigris was shocked: "All of us have forgotten who that skeleton is. Could it be caused by the power of forgetfulness? That skeleton fought with the god of forgetfulness and was affected by the power of forgetfulness, causing us to

Has everyone forgotten that he exists?”

"Hey, it's impossible. There is such a weird magical skill? Why would it cause us to lose our memory when the magical skill hits it? It's unreasonable. It's just like when someone else fights, we who are not at the scene are injured." Du

Roken said.

Anthony shook his head: "No, I have read the records of the God of Forgotten. The description of it is like this. The power of forgetfulness makes the world forget everything about you, including yourself."

"Is it really so magical? Then why does this finger bone have the power of forgetfulness?" Duroken asked.

Anthony frowned and stared at his knuckles, frowning and thinking hard: "I forgot, hey, what did we just talk about? How much money do I owe in silver coins? I don't seem to owe him money, right?"

Nigris curled his lips: "It's useless. Even if you forget your last name, it's useless. Silver Coin will definitely sign an agreement with you."

Anthony scratched his nose in embarrassment: "I really forgot my last name."

The surname Anthony mentioned was naturally not Anthony XXXX in this life, but the surname he had when he was still a human being more than a thousand years ago. It seemed to be something like 'Finik Gulabachirodris Gravatna Basjek...

', it's so long that even ghosts can't remember it.

"What made you forget the name? Alas, it was time." Rogge suddenly appeared and sighed melancholy.

Anthony looked at him with a strange expression, and suddenly slapped his chest, black energy surged out, and an immortal war horse appeared.

"Dark Horse, catch him and I'll give him some treatment so he doesn't get depressed again."

When Rogge was being chased all over the place, Ange picked up the phalanx and held it firmly in his hand.

There are two phalanges, one was just obtained, and the other was exchanged from a dimensional beast. He has been with Ange for a long time and has long been close to him.

Just like that, Ange transformed into a brand new mourning skeleton and stood there for thirty seconds.
Chapter completed!